Pitch Black


sullen is this night
bearing the burden of toil
 as footwalk grows bleak…

crushed weeds,
skeletal trees :
molussk and corn
wait not for anyone
while sandstones drift
mocking the light. 

Against  kohl shadows 
time stalls
to maim common workers
peeling the dark...ebon
craving for innocent stars;
that even stalks weep
slapped by winds--
how in blood of silence
men, women,children
wrestle with indignity
leashed on tattered marrow ,

yet they reap hope
until night’s edge---
restless thoughts gnaw
and... they gaze past clouds
finding comfort in the rain.

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Sara Kendrick

January 8, 2025 at 5:06 AM

Congratulations on your winning work in Brian's contest. Way to go. Sara K

Susan Ashley

January 4, 2025 at 6:33 PM

Dear Nette, congratulations for your success in Brian's contest with your exceptional poem. Your rich imagery brings a ray of hope despite the darkness. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Beata Agustin

December 31, 2024 at 2:27 AM

Wow! Congrats. Thanks for sharing this. May God bless you with a prosperous New Year... maligaya at mabiyaya.

Paige Hind

October 26, 2024 at 10:08 PM

Deep and powerful poetry, Nette...."restless thoughts gnaw their ebon flesh, their birthright still ... ever unforgiven."

Ink Empress

October 23, 2024 at 1:10 AM

What a deeply moving and profound take on the prompt, so many powerful lines and excellent word weaving throughout this really! I love especially “ craving for innocent stars” and “blood of silence” soul stirring, the ending is so touching too! Pleasure reading your poem! Best wishes Sending you light always!